Meeting the Bad Boy // Ethan Dolan

8- fuck it

Edited

Sophies p.o.v

I could barely sleep, my mind was racing . I wonder why.

However something decides to ruin my already ruined slumber. A call. It was 3am, this was weird

Ethan's name flashed across my screen. I slide across to answer.

"Ethan?" I say barely awake.

"Soph, I'm sorry did I wake you?" He asks gently.

"No no it's okay, what's up E?"

"Gray and I got into a fight, it's one of the biggest ones we have ever had. I don't know what to do he is my best friend" at this point his voice is dry and it sounds like he's choking back tears.

"What was it about?" I ask curiously.

"Oh nothing that'd you'd know about" he replies, sort of sounds like a lie but little I'll let it slide and see how this thing goes.

"Oh I see, so you called me but you don't want to talk about it?"

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have, I'm just lonely" he admits.

Those words hit me "I'm just lonely" the Ethan Dolan is lonely. Who would have thought, and he calls me out of everyone.

"You have me Ethan" I say truthfully, we had become close friends the last couple of days. Except when he's around his friends.

"I was actually wondering if I could come over ?" He asked.

"Oh uhh"

I had never snuck a boy into my room before. I knew it was wrong but it felt so dangerously right.

"Sure"

"Good cause I'm outside"

"What?! How did you even know where I lived?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Suddenly I hear my window open, and a figure appear that is none other than Ethan Dolan.

"Uh hi" I manage to get out.

"Sweetheart, you don't need to be shy around me anymore, you know that right?" He assures.

"Oh yes of course" I barely squeaked.

I clear my throat. A boy- no Ethan is in my room.

He walked around my room looking at my pictures, he stops at one of me and my old boyfriend. I'm surprised he recognises me, I have lost more than a boyfriend since then.

"Is this you're uhh boyfriend?" He asks

I laugh at how awkward he was right now.

"No, that's my ex" my mood drops. I still don't know why I still have it. He was not the kindest person, he used to hit me actually. That's an extremely large red flag I know. But he was abused by his dad and he had no idea about love and affection. He got frustrated sometimes, especially when his mother moved away, it only got worse for him. Our relationship got rocky, I obviously couldn't be his punching bag for him to let out his father troubles. We had a really good talk, that we were going to go slow, he was going to go to therapy, and he was going to treat me better. We oved each other. It was really good for about two weeks. Then it started again because I wouldn't hang out with him as much. Next thing I knew I am left with bruises and a broken heart. I found out from his dad that he went to go live with his mum.